As a universe, Albalablanch is the most
laughable, insignificant, pointless universe ever made. Not that there was ever
any other universe, mind you. The point of a universe, what we might call its
claim to glory, is to be unique. As such, Albalablanch is no exception. It is
unique, and alone, in the vast desert of nothingness that surrounds it. True,
its size is considerably smaller than the size of a universe that would be made of, say, an estimated ten exponential eighty tiny tiny balls which
would all gravitate around each other at a distance between ten thousand and
one exponential one billion times their size. Such an absurb universe would
surpass in size Albalablanch by a factor so great as to be meaningless. But,
come to it, if all the inexplicable space between the tiny balls was collapsed,
it is not beyond imagination -it could even be within algebraic laws- that it fit into a tower fourty kilometres wide by twenty kilometres
high.
Let's thus consider Albalablanch as the
compacted version of a universe of tiny balls - this, of course, purely for
ease of understanding. In any case, Albalablanch remains what it is : a
universe unique in space and time as only a universe can be, and as such,
incomparable. The question remains as to how such an
object can be surrounded by a desert. More to the point, how come such a
solipsist entity can be buried under the level of anything up to a quarter of
its height. This is a very good question indeed, so interesting and difficult a
question that, to this day, asking it in Albalablanch remains the only offence
which will grant you the death penalty.
